I wrote myself a note yesterday;
as a sort of... reminder.
but not my usual, trivial note.
I scribbled it absent-mindedly.
When I read over it:
it was like I stepped on a small stone...
a quick, sharp pain
It was not like:
"empty the bin" or
"do homework"
This reminder came as a
soul-shattering question,
the type your heart runs
away from
and your tears...
your tears are drawn to it
I read it – over and over –
and felt my burn.
It burnt like something
was beung engraved onto it...
a reminder
And it bled.
god, how it bled.
Drop
after
drop
of blood leaves with
pieces
of me.
Emptying what is already empty
draining.
But,
leaving behind
the reminder.
I strained my eyes
to read over the words burnt
onto my skin as a slave would have:
Are you happy?
